Cambodia Carries On

Daily shopping - Tarn is on cook/clean duty today.  The weather is hot and food is perishable.  We buy vegetables daily as well as eggs and nuts.  If you saw the un-refridgerated meat vendors sell you likely would adopt a mostly vegetable diet as we have too!

Tarn's smile is worth a thousand words.  This ferry across the Mekong River popped up out of the blue.  After several hours bumping along a rugged dirt road, the chances of reaching his dream destination, a "guest house" town, were not looking likely.  The ferry offered us a serious short-cut and we made it to Kampong Cham with ease.

Make Way For Ducklings!  How the fellow with the long stick and two dogs herded this group of over a thousand ducks across the road is beyond me.  Especially when a large number of them got distracted in the pond on the wrong side of the road.  This kind of traffic is fun, the result of our choice to ride the less traveled routes of Cambodia.

This landing spot gave us unique insight into a functioning community centre.  The locals of the village utilize this raised and covered wooden structure within the Buddhist temple complex as their down-time space.  We arrived and set up at noon.  Senior hour was in session.  Older men who might meet at a coffee shop met up in discussion in front of the TV in the corner. They took turns cooling off with a dump bath in the back right corner where the open water tanks also served as a dish and clothes washing centre.  Kids congregated in front of the TV after school and were replaced by teenagers as the evening hours came on.  In the early hours of the morning community cooking (a large pot of rice on a cement bucket fire) took place here too.  Buddhist temple complexes, Wats, have lent consistent stability to our travel in Cambodia.  Every time we have asked to camp at a Wat for the night, we have been welcomed without question.  Their gardens in various stages of upkeep and interesting and fantastical sculptures make a peaceful and restive break from the dust/chaos of the road. We have become familiar and comfortable with the routine of the monks.  Mornings they walk the roads with their bowls, offering prayers to the people and receiving gifts of food.  Noontime heat brings quiet rest at the Wat and the onset of dusk is a time of  tidying-up and sweeping of the leaves on parts of the temple complex grounds.  Chanting  accompanies the darkness of the evening.  Wats provide schooling and housing for numerous orphans in Cambodia.  The discipline and smiles of the youth prove it is a good home for them too. 

A photo art project? No, just a close look at what humidity, heat and dusty roads do to create a distinctive sock line.

We couldn't pass by this cool and clean stream.  Next to the locals splashing in the water and women and pairs of kids arriving to scrub their family laundry in the shade of the bridge, we passed the midday heat of the day in happiness.  60 km of dirt done, 25 more to go, plus 8 final km on rough, hilly, high traffic pavement to reach Tarn's goal of a guest house town.  The cool down allowed us to be successful, yet we won't repeat this long-distance on dirt in the heat again.  Our bodies were worn!

Travel in Cambodia is thought provoking.  So many kids.  So many small businesses.  Everyone with a stilt-raised house along the road has a mini-business in front sporting a red plastic cooler and numerous links of packaged, cheaply priced items for sale.  The ice man comes by in the morning, sawing off a chunk of ice for these coolers which by mid-afternoon hold  questionably cool plastic beverage bottles.  Plastic debris fills the ditches in front of most of the homes while a few show another option - beautiful lotus ponds or carefully tended gardens.  Most of the traffic on the road is motor bikes, moving strategic loads of large plastic gas tanks, stacked huge bags of coal, or even piles of mattresses balanced on a wide board tied across the back of the motor bike.  Otherwise, the motorbikes are another mini-business with their woven reed oval baskets holding individually plastic packaged slices of toast, soup, pastries, you name it. When bikes have these baskets strapped to the back they are often hauling greens from the field.  Always the women are wearing pajama style cotton leisure suits, flip flops and a styling hat.  I appreciate being able to move peacefully through this country and have my children digest so much food for thought.